I’d never seen anything more beautiful — even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.

The Twilight Saga in red.

But Edward was dead set against any future that changed me. Any future that made me like him—that made me immortal, too. An impasse, he called it. -Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 1, p.10